Missing

I know you haven't heard from me this week. I've started a few posts, but have not finished any. You see, when I wrote a quick little post last week, to which many, many people (THANK YOU! THANK YOU!) have so generously responded by donating money to Samaritan's Purse, I went through some "Young Jack" pictures to put with it.

Among others, I posted this one:

And after I hit "publish" I let myself really look at that tummy. And those hands. And those cheeks. And those lashes. And those feet. And the book. And the train catalog on the floor. And I realized it was too hard to find any words to describe...well...anything.

So I walked away from the keyboard for a little while. And I cooked chili. And I lost more games of Words with Friends on my phone. And I read a couple more books about heaven.

And then I went to the mailbox and found a Lego Magazine addressed to Jack, and a Lego kit that he paid for with his very own money, so that he could learn to design legos like a professional, and I realized that a mom, even a mom who loves writing, and loves her son, didn't have a single word to share.

At least for a little while.